I get bored easily, and when I'm sick I'm usually too tired to invent new ways to amuse myself. And yes, the internet is a fun, entertaining thing, but even that gets old after a few hours. At this point I usually turn to movies. But you can only rewatch a movie so many times. So I turn to my fellow humans for entertainment. But since I've got this lovely mouth-breathing raspy thing going on, the phone is not ideal. And apparently the family feels "We love you honey, but if you're sick you need to stay in your own house." Because whoever gave me these germs so kindly stuck to that little rule...
I'm bored and frustrated with my sickness. It has left me bouncing between hot and cold like a ping pong ball bounces between Beer Pong teams in a Frat House. I'm super exhausted. I'm torn between hunger and nausea. I feel like I'm wasting a perfectly good weekend, not to mention a rare opportunity to see Little Bro. And I'm very, very bored.
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Showing posts with label SayNoToDrugs. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 28, 2009
Sunday, February 17, 2008
This keg is tapped
Lately I just feel like I'm drained. I've got nothing left in me.
It could be the copious amounts of vicodin and muscle relaxers. My whatever is all flared up and it won't get better. On monday I'm going to call the doc again, and hopefully we can find some way to fix me. Cuz I am too damn awesome to be this broken. How am I supposed to enjoy my sexy new eyebrows if I can't leave the couch?
I'm blog-stalking you all. I can't seem to formulate my thoughts enough to leave comments, but I'm there. Or here. Something.
And may I just say that having having finally hooked my laptop up to the wireless is so the shiz. I can be a tool to the net from the couch, I can listen to my online radio in the tub, I can blog from bed. Why did it take me so many months to finally give my laptop some love???
P.S. Pandora online radio is the shiz. It's online radio that's so fucking bomb. Like I've got a station where I selected KT Tunstall, and it plays her music and other artists like her. Then I thumbs up or tumbs down the songs, and it gets smarter to what sound I'm going for. And you can have a billion different stations, for all your moods. Awesome much? I think so
It could be the copious amounts of vicodin and muscle relaxers. My whatever is all flared up and it won't get better. On monday I'm going to call the doc again, and hopefully we can find some way to fix me. Cuz I am too damn awesome to be this broken. How am I supposed to enjoy my sexy new eyebrows if I can't leave the couch?
I'm blog-stalking you all. I can't seem to formulate my thoughts enough to leave comments, but I'm there. Or here. Something.
And may I just say that having having finally hooked my laptop up to the wireless is so the shiz. I can be a tool to the net from the couch, I can listen to my online radio in the tub, I can blog from bed. Why did it take me so many months to finally give my laptop some love???
P.S. Pandora online radio is the shiz. It's online radio that's so fucking bomb. Like I've got a station where I selected KT Tunstall, and it plays her music and other artists like her. Then I thumbs up or tumbs down the songs, and it gets smarter to what sound I'm going for. And you can have a billion different stations, for all your moods. Awesome much? I think so
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